Elizabeth licked her dry lips, she was terrified of what she might say if she spoke. They would think she was madder than Mary. She felt the room start to spin around her, overly-loud voices. Connor Blackburn leaned over her hand, he looks nothing like her Nova. Thomas Graham was talking with Ciaran, there was nothing of the boy whom she had a crush on in his handsome face.
Charles put it together with ease, he rested his hand on Elizabeth's lower back. He kept to her side through all the introductions, he could feel the way her heart started to pound through the silk of her dress.
He moved his arm to circle her waist, something had set her off, he wasn't sure exactly what it was, but his girl was frightened. He didn't care what anyone thought about his next actions as he gently
